I was feeling just fine.
Now I hate my life and I hate you, too.
I just want some company.
I don't want to be bothered
Because I hate my life and I hate you, too.
I love my life.
Everything fucking sucks.
It all means nothing.
IT'S ALL BULLSHIT
Every song that I do is always the fucking same,
It's all just bullshit.
I don't have any talent, it's all just chromatic,
You can see that.
You would think I'd expand into something else,
But I just keep doing it over again
And again and again and again.
Soon enough I won't have anymore fucking ideas,
I'll just fade away.
Everything I was doing will just come to an end
And I'll just go back
To the same old shit fucking cocksucker son of a bitch.
Son of a motherfucking cocksucking.
It's all just bullshit. A bunch of bullshit.
I suck, I fucking suck.
“The first two tracks on this split belong to Grizzlor. Opening with the absolutely thunderous, “at sea” and followed up with the aptly titled “it’s all bullshit,” Grizzlor do their best to simply bludgeon listeners with a broad array of power and discordance. The opening track is a deftly-penned homage to the 90’s Amp Rep sound, where bands like Unsane and Today Is The Day ruled and ruled hard.”
-Chip McCabe, Metal Insider
"Grizzlor's thunderous sludge is back on seven inch vinyl, this time on a split with another part of the world known for taking metal to an extreme; Norway. Barren Womb is a duo playing a similar breed of fast, rumbly combination of genres and somehow these two found each other and are heading out on tour. These guys are the best kind of noise that plays with ugly sounds manipulating them into even more twisted shapes, the hardcore metal is a thin skeleton to hang their real weirdness"
-Jason, 7 Inches
"The drums are guttural, the vocals collapse in the back amongst broken bottles of vodka, and the guitar/bass sounds was recorded out of an amp that was throttled in the sack one too many times but still loves how you do that thang. The amount of purposeful degradation here does a great service to Grizzlor’s sound, especially that falling apart by the end of their second, and last track, “it’s all bullshit”."
-Stanley Stepanic, Deaf Sparrow
"I can almost smell the pot smoke seep out of the loud speakers, which emphasizes the playful repetitiveness they base their songs on. There’s at times desperate vocals, superseded by terrifying guitar solos, all built atop a tenacious rhythm."
- Bjarte Malum, Ruzt .no
"“The Sardonians have returned to claim the pyramids. That’s right, New Haven-based misanthropic noise purveyors Grizzlor are back to do it to your earholes, with a new track appropriately titled “It’s All Bullshit”. Because it is, right?”"
-Joe Mastracchio, The Bent Unit
"...the two songs contributed by Grizzlor are very nasty, indeed; dirty, fast, and raw...this is heavy, angry, and brutish material, but at the same time just the slightest bit catchy, to the point where you might find the songs sticking around in your head for a while, and definitely enough of a taste to make the listener inclined to want to dig further into this band’s catalogue."
-Eric Yanyo, Valley of Steel
"What a bunch of crap. I can't understand what he's saying."
-Richard Marx fan
released March 17, 2015
Riotous Outburst Records, Providence, RI - 052
All songs and lyrics by GRIZZLOR, 2015
Recorded & mixed by Victor Dowgiallo, Hermit Cave Studios
Mastered by Stu Mckillop, Rain City Recorders, Vancouver, BC
Artwork by Lars Murakami Skorstad, layout by Tony Gonzahl
supported by 12 fans who also own “GRIZZLOR//BARREN WOMB SPLIT”
CHERUBS smoke your face off again. I still have the handmade 'Carjack Fairy' 7" and I will not give it up for shit.
HEROINMAN and ICING are burnt into my nasal cavity from the 90's and they aren't coming out, ever.
now IMMACULADA HIGH fomenting new aural passages without flinching an inch. You will find me in the huff shed basting this record, follow me to the back room and I'll give you a lil' sip of it. Scorber23
supported by 11 fans who also own “GRIZZLOR//BARREN WOMB SPLIT”
I live in Ireland. I am Irish. You special kants are off there on another continent, and I can't thank you enough for this beautiful thing that you've created. It moves me. Did youze ever think that would happen!? All my love. Savage Mantle